Fantasy: I start as an old man, and others practice for me

In fact, it is still possible in this world to renew the old tree and restore the functions of the body.

That is to cultivate hard, improve the realm, and feed back the aura.

Speaking of cultivation, Song Rui just came through, out of curiosity, he had tried it once.

The surrounding aura was shaken by Song Rui's six-layer cultivation of refining qi, and it was taken by the exercises, and drilled into the body of the person in front of him along the pores.

But...

Because Song Rui's cultivation is low, they are alone; because Song Rui's skill level is not high, they are reluctant.

Until they saw the touching qualifications of Song Rui's five spirit roots, so Hu Yazi ran away for most of the time, leaving only the faint trace of misery thrown into the weak cyclone in the dantian.

After meditating cross-legged for only half a day, my feet were numb.

Can't stand it, it's not a human thing.

Is there really someone who sits for years or decades in order to break through cultivation?

In a dilapidated house full of cobwebs, on a dusty bed, sat a thin old man with deep eye sockets and a sticky beard.

I don't know how long this state lasted until he slowly recovered.

Carefully feeling the aura in his body and confirming that it was increased, he smiled crookedly.

According to this progress, in less than five years, I will be able to break through to the seventh layer of refining qi. "

He has infinite pride in his heart.

But a year later, he died. And so he died.

......

Song Rui was so frightened that he quickly shook his head!

Besides, sitting for a long time will have a great impact on physiology and psychology.

"Meditation and cultivation are such a thing, unless someone can do it for me, I can't stand it. "

Song Rui is such a lonely character.

Moreover, with his qualifications, hard work may not end well.

So, he almost resigned himself.

Damn, it's

okay to escape, it's open-minded.

In short, even if I don't have a few years to live, I want to live a wonderful life!

Summer will come to autumn, and winter will come.

From time to time, he proposed some novel ideas, which attracted praise from Zhong Ai such as "You are an old boy, I haven't seen you with so many ghost ideas before".

The days went on like this.

Song Rui has gradually adapted to his current life.

He was accustomed to accompanying Zhong Ai to make trouble during the day under the guidance of his "young soul"; he was also accustomed to getting up several times at night under the pressure of his "decaying body".

In the past six months, the footprints of the "Second Elder of the End" have traveled to every corner of the Daoli Sect.

Their behavior includes but is not limited to wellness programs.

It also includes "instructing" the flight cultivation of disciples.

After the cultivator reached the middle stage of refining qi, the spiritual energy in his body was enough to support the imperial envoy magic weapon for a very short flight.

Whenever any new disciple couldn't resist wanting to soar into the sky, he would always bump head-on into Song Rui, who was "enthusiastic" to guide the flying posture.

Even if some clever people can dodge in time, they will bump into Guo Ai who appeared "suddenly".

The use of invisibility talismans when touching porcelain really made the young disciples unguardable.

Besides, these two goods have been immersed in the middle of refining for many years, and the flight technology has nothing to say.

If you are hit, you naturally have to lose something, and this has always been the case.

The fee standard is generally five lower grade spirit stones for male disciples, and free for female disciples.

Sometimes when they are tired of playing, the two will lie in the coffin, chat about life together, and lament the future together.

The coffin was prepared by Guo Ai, and this defeated sect elder spent most of his entire family on it.

In his words, it is to use all the "coffin books" saved on the "coffin".

The two coffins are made of lower grade spirit wood throughout.

This wood, called Lingnan wood, is warm, tough and has a light fragrance.

Guo Ai said that Song Rui was helpless in the sect, and he was afraid that he would die and there was no landing, so he also gave him a pair.

On this day, it snowed heavily.

The snowflakes dyed the entire Hui Ling Feng white.

Late at night, "pop, pop, pop", a rapid knock sounded on the door, disturbing all of Song Rui's beautiful dreams.

When the door opened, it was the face of the head disciple Zhao Yi, who was clearly reflected by the snow, anxious.

"Uncle Song, Master called me to call you. Uncle Guo, Uncle Guo, he can't do it..." Song

Rui fell into an ice cellar, and was taken by Zhao Yi to Guo Ai's cave mansion like a puppet.

At this time, his mind was blank, but his eyes were dark.

Before arriving at Dedongfu, a stagger, Song Rui knelt in the snow, and then was helped up by Zhao Yi.

"Junior Brother Song, go in quickly, Junior Brother Zhong wants to see you alone. That one... Finally, accompany him well. Hearing

the movement outside, Tianfeng Zhenren came out and said to Song Rui.

As the top heavenly liang of the Dao Rite Sect, he has always been calm and majestic, like a mountain and the sea, but his eyes are slightly red at this time, and his expression is sad.

"Junior Brother Song, you are here. Guo

Ai's fat face was no longer rosy as before, and it was full of ashes.

But after seeing Song Rui, he smiled.

Song Rui stepped forward and took Guo Ai's hand, and tears flowed without contending.

The candlelight in the cave house is bright, and the old friend makes a final farewell.

From the spirit of cultivation when he first entered the immortal cultivation

, to the dismal entry into the realm after hard cultivation,

and finally he simply let himself go and enjoy himself.

Guo Ai whispered sometimes joyfully and sometimes sadly, as if he wanted to finish his life.

But the heavens didn't give him a little more time.

At the time of his death, Guo Ai became a little excited, and his voice was harsh and hoarse.

Junior Brother Song....

I can't bear the sect.

I don't want to die.

I want to live.

Junior Brother Song, you have to remember me.

Guo Ai held Song Rui's hand desperately!

No one can deal with death calmly, Guo Ai can't, and Song Rui can't either.

The snow outside the house stopped, and the candlelight inside the house was extinguished.

Accompanied by Song Rui, Guo Ai left.

The year he left, he was only eighty-four years old.

Guo Ai's posthumous affairs were all handled by Song Rui.

The cemetery was chosen in a valley on the back mountainside.

In front of the valley, in the vast snow, a dark ribbon braved wisps of light mist around the mountain behind Hui Lingfeng.

That's the Smokey River.

Around the valley, the tall and tall trees were all plain, all standing solemnly, without a sound.

There is a photo in the front, and there is a leaning back, and a treasure land is served.

Senior Brother Guo, you live steadily, and I will come to see you from time to time.

Maybe when the time comes, I'll come with you.

......

Within the sect, the disciples practiced and lived as usual, and they still had a lot of time to try and squander.

But Zhong Ai's death shattered all of Song Rui's illusions and escapes, and cruelly displayed the bloody reality in front of him without reservation.

Loneliness, confusion, fear...

Deeply wrapped in all this, he couldn't sleep without taste.

Sometimes it was really depressing and uncomfortable, and Song Rui would also walk out of the sect and seek even a moment of tranquility.

But if the heart is confused, it is not the same everywhere.

Now he is lying in a coffin, imagining his future life.

The elderly body, the qualification of crotch-pulling, the nature of not loving asceticism.

There are no relatives, but the situation where the sect has been resided in for a long time is spurned by everyone.

Perhaps hiding in a no-man's corner and dying silently is the only thing you can and should do.

But thinking of Senior Brother Guo's dying appearance, Song Rui was fiercely excited.

No, that's not my end.

"I have to build the foundation, I want to live forever.

"I'm going to continue to live wonderfully." "

People's growth is often just a moment of great ups and downs.

Just then, "click" - a crisp sound similar to a key opening a lock sounded in my mind.